Love With a Deadline

!TRIGGER WARNING¡

Mental health problems (slightly), smut, language, underage drinking and smoking, killing, and trauma.

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Everyone is addicted to something that takes the pain away. Y/n was my addiction. Like a drug.

And goddamn, I didn't wanna be sober.

- Five Hargreeves

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"So you're back?" Y/n questioned, staring at Five.

"No shit, Sherlock." Five replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Still an asshole, I see." Y/n sighed.

"Still an annoying bitch." Five shot back, glancing up at her.

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"If you call me 'young man' one more time, I'm gonna put your head through that damn wall." I snapped, holding the man tightly by his collar. "And if you call her 'young lady' one more time, or so much as fucking GLANCE at her, I'll cut your tongue and eyes out."

- Five Hargreeves.

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I stared at the girl who had her eyes on Five at the bowling alley. I didn't know how sharp my glare was, but I felt as if I was actually trying to slit her throat with my eyes.

"Keep staring at him like that and I'll make sure you won't have eyes to stare at all." I telepathically said in her head, watching as her eyes widened and the look of fear and shock overcame her.

Bitch.

- Y/n Hargreeves.

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Y/n and Five always had a rocky relationship, even as kids. They'd fight and bicker, only getting along when it was actually needed.

But when he disappeared, she honestly started missing him. But she didn't let that show.

She went into a coma at the age of fifteen. And when she woke up, Reginald was dead, and she was still fifteen. How? She had no fucking clue.

And Five appeared out of the blue. Literally. Fucking literally.

All in the same day.

And when she hears that the world is ending, she's determined to help him stop it. Even as much as she hates him, she doesn't want her family dead.

Or him.